I was 34 years old and had finally met the man I was sure would be my future husband and father of the children I wanted so badly. He was still in the process of getting a divorce and had not proposed yet. Indeed, we hadn’t even had a first kiss. But we were dating and getting to know each other and I was trying desperately not to scare him off by making the first moves . I was getting more and more excited about the prospect of sexual intimacy, but he continued playing it cool and distant.
So I did what I had done many times…went out dancing in a bar and went home with a stranger and had sex, relying on my trusty diaphragm for birth control. But this time the diaphragm didn’t work and I got pregnant. OMG, what was I going to do? Well, it seemed obvious to me at the time that the best thing for me to do in that situation was to have an abortion as soon as possible.
Luckily it was legal, and easily and quickly accomplished, with my beloved none the wiser. About a month later, he finally initiated sexual activity with me, proposed, and we married a year later. Now we have two wonderful children who he also dotes on. I have never regretted these actions, but this is the first time I’ve ever revealed it. Thank you for a public forum for the truth about abortion to be told in all its complexity and necessity.
